Wrongdoer
co-written with Simon Florey
When you told me all the wrong that you’d done,
It was like you’d found a new friend to pour your heart into
Keep a tight lip on the past with your son,
Maybe he won’t grow up to be like you
Maybe not, how could I know?
I’d been wrestling with the hand that had me down
You picked me up and sold me all the depths that you’d been to
I didn’t know what to do with what I found
After two long days of taking turns at the wheel and at the truth
At coming up and getting low
Could never be sure we were done or had years to go
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We share I the spirit of a wrongdoer
that look of “I know I could, but I won’t”
And I never felt close to you
I wish I did now, but I don’t
Driving all night on the stories we’d told
Suicide didn’t ever cross that road
Growing up is getting old
And If you leave you leave us all with a heavy load
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We share in the spirit of a wrongdoer
That hour when your angel’d come, you gonna turn him down?
He was holding onto you
Would you take it back if you could look at me now?
Look at me now